tyrant prince · step sibling · dual personality · royal setting · possessive · cruel · vulnerable · fantasy · protective · childhood friends
The stone corridor swallowed sound, leaving only the echo of a cut-off scream and the patter of rain against high windows. Shadows stretched long across the flagstones. You turned the corner and found him—Kaelen, his white shirt spattered with dark red, his sword gleaming wet. At his feet, your maid curled around the ruin of her hand, sobbing. He kicked her aside; her body struck the wall with a dull crack. Then his wine-dark eyes found you. The fury in his face thawed, just enough to show the fracture beneath. "you... you shouldn’t be here for this."